As the final examination approached, a silent tension filled the air.
Vikram had deliberately chosen to go last.
Because he knew.
He knew what his vardaan was.
He knew what it meant.
The Sword of Asoka-his Vardaan, his curse.
No matter how much he tried to ignore it, the unease never left him.
He had spent years training, learning, controlling himself.
But would it be enough?
Would it even matter?
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward.
"Vikram Sharma," the teacher called out.
He exhaled slowly. "Here we go..."
As Vikram walked toward the platform, a loud voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd.
"WE TRUST YOU, BUDDY! SHOW THEM WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF!"
Vikram winced.
"Seriously, you idiots..."
He turned to see Pawan and Krishna standing amidst the gathered students-grinning like absolute fools.
Krishna, ever the troublemaker, cupped his hands around his mouth.
"COME ON! DON'T EMBARRASS US!"
Pawan nodded dramatically.
"SHOW THEM HOW IT'S DONE!"
Every single head in the crowd turned toward Vikram.
The students whispered.
"Who are those guys?"
"They seem really close..."
"Is he actually strong?"
Vikram sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Idiots... absolute idiots."
And yet-he couldn't stop the small smile from tugging at his lips.
No matter what happened...
At least he wasn't alone.
Vikram stepped onto the examination platform.
The moment his feet touched the ground, the air changed.
A heavy, unnatural silence fell over the entire Gurukul.
A storm was coming.
"Please... let this go smoothly," he thought.
He closed his eyes and focused.
Breathe in.
Focus.
Breathe out.
The platform reacted instantly.
BOOM.
Dark clouds swarmed the sky, swallowing the once-clear heavens in a vortex of shadows and lightning.
Thunder crashed.
A howling wind raged through the Gurukul, sending students stumbling back in shock.
Something was wrong.
The platform pulsed, struggling against the force awakening within Vikram.
And then-
A black mist erupted from beneath his feet, swallowing the entire area in pure darkness.
"What... the hell?"
The mist spread like a curse, reaching out, pulling everyone under.
One by one, the students collapsed.
One by one, they fell to their knees, unable to withstand the overwhelming force.
All except a select few.
Pawan.
Krishna.
The teachers.
And... Aryavini.
Vikram's eyes snapped open.
"NO."
"This isn't the sword."
"This is something else."
His breath caught in his throat.
Because he wasn't alone.
Floating before him, bound in divine chains, was a woman unlike any he had ever seen.
She was beautiful—but not in a way this world could understand. She hovered, suspended between dimensions, life and death stitched into her very being. Her presence drew the eye like a siren’s song, but her aura made the soul tremble.
Eyes of the Abyss: Her gaze shimmered between mesmerizing violet and haunting crimson, flickering like dying stars, heavy with emotion no mortal mind could grasp.
Flowing Raven Hair: Strands of onyx drifted like ghostly rivers, dancing with shadows that bent to her will, threading between realms.
Ethereal Skin: Her skin was moonlit porcelain tainted by celestial corruption. Asura markings pulsed across her collarbones and arms—alive, breathing, whispering stories older than time.
Dark Elegance: Her robes fused war and regality—Asura battle gear weaved with flowing divine fabrics that bled between obsidian, violet, and silver.
Aura of Dread: Her very presence altered the air—thicker, heavier. It wasn’t just fear—it was reverence demanded by instinct, as if existence itself bowed before her.
Divine chains coiled around her—light-forged shackles that pierced her wrists, her ankles, her core. They were not attached to the ground—but to Vikram. Etched in divine language, they pulsed between his chest and hers.
And though her eyes were closed…
> She was aware.
> She was listening.
> She was waiting.
The Observation Hall
Silence gripped the high chamber overlooking the examination platform.
Screens flickered. Inscriptions glitched. The system—divine and infallible—failed.
Vardaan: UNKNOWN
Affiliation: UNIDENTIFIED
Source: NOT RECORDED IN SVARGLOK DATABASE
The instructors stood frozen in disbelief.
One elder leaned forward, trembling. “Guardian Aryavini… is this… an Asura?”
Aryavini stood at the center, unmoving. Her radiant golden robes rippled with divine energy, her long, silver-blonde braid glinting beneath the sacred lights.
Her gaze was locked on Vikram.
But her calm exterior was a mask.
“This isn’t the vardaan. This power… this presence… it's something else entirely.”
Her divine senses reached into the aura emanating from the platform—and recoiled.
“He carries something no record has ever documented. Something even I can’t decipher.”
Her hands tightened at her sides.
“This… should not exist.”
She hovered before Vikram.
An ethereal goddess of sorrow and wrath, bound in radiant chains that pierced her flesh and soul alike.
Her beauty was unmatched—terrifying in its perfection.
Yet it was not allure that shook the Gurukul grounds.
It was her aura—primordial and oppressive, like the air before a divine storm.
A curse disguised as grace.
A ruin cloaked in elegance.
> And still… her eyes didn’t burn with hatred.
They shimmered with grief.
Ancient, bottomless, and unhealed.
The sadness of a thousand lifetimes lost in waiting.
Of a love remembered… and never returned.
She scanned the crowd—slow, methodical.
And then—
Her haunting gaze locked onto one person.
Pawan.
She didn’t look away.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t speak.
Just… stared.
Pawan’s heartbeat staggered.
“Why… me?”
He couldn’t move.
Couldn’t breathe.
Her presence paralyzed him more than her power ever could.
Krishna, standing right beside him, gritted his teeth.
“Bro… who is she? And why is she looking at us like that?”
No answer.
Inside the Imaginary Realm, Chee stood on a crystal balcony, watching through a portal that reflected the scene like a frozen lake.
She knew.
She always knew.
But she didn’t interfere.
Not yet.
“If it goes too far… I’ll destroy her myself.”
But her clenched fist said otherwise.
The Chains Strain
The woman’s stillness fractured.
She moved.
One slow, fluid step at a time—gliding across the air, the divine chains groaning, glowing, and stretching to their limits.
Pawan’s instincts screamed, but his body betrayed him.
“Run!”
But he couldn’t.
None of them could.
Even Krishna, the prankster, was rooted in terror.
“bro... We have to do something.”
Vikram’s muscles locked.
He saw her—saw how the chains binding her pulsed with light drawn from his own soul.
“No. You’re not taking them.”
He gripped the glowing links.
Pain ripped through his arms—divine electricity surged, scorching his veins, but he didn’t let go.
“I said STOP!”
But she kept moving.
Her hand reached toward Pawan’s face—trembling, delicate, reverent.
She wasn’t trying to hurt him.
She was reaching for something lost.
"I Finally Found You."
Her voice was soft—barely louder than a whisper.
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But it echoed across the entire Gurukul like a divine decree.
"Finally… I found you."
"I don’t know how long it’s been…"
"But this time… I won’t let you leave me."
The world seemed to freeze.
Pawan’s mind reeled.
“Me? She’s talking to me?!”
He couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t understand.
But her words—raw, real—cut deeper than any blade.
“Who is she… and why does it feel like I know her?”
She was so close.
So impossibly close.
One fingertip from touching his skin.
“ENOUGH!”
The air shattered.
A blinding light engulfed the scene as a divine barrier ripped the space between them.
The woman was flung backward, her chains yanked with brutal force.
Aryavini had arrived.
Her golden aura exploded in righteous fury as she stepped between Pawan and the chained entity.
The Guardian of Earthlok was done watching.
"You will not touch him," she declared, voice ringing like a bell across the sacred ground.
With a single motion, she extended her hand.
The chains pulsed, locking tighter—reclaiming their prisoner.
The woman didn’t resist.
She simply stared at Pawan one last time.
A broken whisper escaped her lips—
"Next time… I won’t be stopped."
And then—
She vanished.
Sealed once more.
The moment she disappeared, the oppressive weight of her presence vanished.
Pawan and Krishna collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
Krishna, still shaken, turned to Pawan.
"???… ?? ??? ??!?"
Pawan couldn’t answer.
His hands were shaking.
His heart was racing.
He had no idea who she was.
"I… don’t know."
Krishna grabbed Pawan’s collar.
"Dude! She was after YOU!"
"And DIDN’T YOU HEAR WHAT SHE SAID!?"
Pawan swallowed hard.
"I heard…"
"I just… don’t understand."
Krishna gritted his teeth.
His Kaal Chakra hadn’t worked.
His ability to glimpse into the future had done nothing.
"Whatever she is… she’s too powerful."
"And we had no way to stop her."
Meanwhile, Aryavini turned to Vikram, her golden eyes burning with suspicion.
"What was that?"
Vikram clenched his fists.
"I… don’t know."
Her gaze narrowed.
"That thing came from you."
Vikram didn’t flinch.
"I swear, this is the first time I’ve seen her."
He summoned his sword, the legendary Sword of Asoka materializing in his hand.
"This is my Vardaan."
"This is the only power I’ve ever had."
Aryavini studied him carefully.
The divine aura of the Sword of Asoka was undeniable.
She gave a small nod, seemingly convinced.
But then—
"Even if that’s true… that woman wasn’t the sword."
"She was something else."
She turned toward Pawan.
"And more importantly—she wanted HIM."
Vikram’s jaw tightened.
"We don’t know anything."
"This was the first time we saw her."
"Only she has the answers."
His gaze flickered to Pawan and Krishna.
"But if there’s one thing I do know—"
"Pawan never wanted any of this."
His voice lowered, filled with conviction.
"If it weren’t for his parents…"
"He wouldn’t even be in Triveni Gurukul."
"Even if the world was ending—he wouldn’t come."
The silence that followed was heavy.
Aryavini didn’t respond immediately.
But eventually—
She turned away.
"This is not over."
And just like that—
The danger had passed.
But the questions remained.
Who was she?
Why was she inside Vikram?
And why… did she believe Pawan belonged to her?
Somewhere—deep inside the Imaginary Realm—
Chee watched everything With her claim like things are always in her control, but when it's related to Pawan she can lost control over her emotions.
The skies above Triveni Gurukul slowly cleared, the blackened clouds dispersing like a vanishing memory. But even as sunlight pierced through the mist, illuminating the majestic domes of the academy once more—
Nothing felt the same.
Students stirred groggily across the courtyard, confused and unaware of what had truly unfolded.
But three boys knew.
Pawan.
Krishna.
Vikram.
They had stood before the storm. And it had stared back.
Aryavini stood poised, golden robes whispering in the breeze, her divine aura pulsing with restrained authority. Her eyes—burning gold like twin suns—remained fixed on Vikram.
Her voice, calm yet absolute, cut through the tense silence.
“The power inside you is dangerous.”
“You must learn to control it.”
Vikram's hands curled into fists.
His heart pounded, not from fear—but from the fear of hurting others.
“I told you—I only have the Sword of Asoka. Nothing else.”
But Aryavini wasn’t moved.
Her expression remained unreadable.
“You can deny it all you want…” “But you cannot run from what’s inside you.”
Then came the words that struck him the deepest—
“I can help you understand it.”
“But stopping it? That is something only you can do.”
She turned, her gaze now shifting toward Pawan.
“And more importantly…” “That thing—inside you—wasn’t looking for freedom.” “It was looking for him.”
Vikram's chest tightened.
He knew it already.
The chained woman… the Asura spirit…
She hadn’t looked at anyone else.
Just Pawan.
And it had terrified even time itself.
Vikram closed his eyes, exhaling the storm that raged within.
His thoughts raced.
A single misstep could unleash a nightmare again.
He couldn’t let that happen.
He looked at Aryavini—the living embodiment of Earthlok’s divine justice.
Then back at his friends.
Pawan, who now stood with arms crossed, his eyes cold.
Krishna, who was watching him with uncertainty.
And with a heavy heart, Vikram made his choice.
“I don't know who you are,” he said, turning to Aryavini, “or why you helped us…” “But I need to ask a favor.”
Aryavini nodded, listening without interruption.
“Help me control this.” “Help me understand what's inside me.”
His voice dropped to a whisper, raw with truth.
“Because if I lose control again… it might not be a stranger I hurt next time.” “It might be them.”
There was a silence.
Then, for the first time, Aryavini’s divine mask cracked—just slightly.
“Very well,” she said.
And with that—his path was set.
Vikram turned toward his brothers—his friends—and forced a smile.
One filled with grief more than farewell.
“Looks like I have to go, guys.”
But Pawan's eyes narrowed.
Krishna stepped forward immediately.
“Go? With her?”
He pointed to Aryavini, his voice rising.
“We don’t even know who she is!” “You trust her more than us?”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice but not his rage.
“What if she’s using you?”
Pawan’s expression darkened, storm clouds forming in his eyes.
“Are you seriously leaving us?”
“After everything?”
Vikram hesitated.
He wanted to explain.
To say that he didn’t want to leave them—that he was doing this for them.
But his silence spoke louder than his guilt.
Pawan scoffed, stepping back.
His voice cracked—not from anger.
But betrayal.
“You made your choice.”
Then, without warning—
He shoved Vikram back, hard.
“F*ck off.”
Vikram stumbled, stunned.
He tried to speak—but the words never came.
And just like that—
Pawan turned his back.
And walked away.
Leaving Vikram standing in the storm’s aftermath.
Alone.
As Vikram vanished into Aryavini’s subspace gate, the world around them slowly returned to order. The howling winds calmed, the tension faded—and yet, nothing felt normal.
A heavy silence settled over the training grounds, broken only by the quiet hum of automated drones descending from the sky.
Krishna stood still, watching the spot where Vikram had disappeared.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Damn it, man…"
He turned to look at Pawan, who stood a few paces away—arms crossed, head low, a storm brewing behind his eyes.
Krishna walked up to Vikram’s last footprints in the dust, then glanced over his shoulder with a crooked smile.
"You really made up your mind, huh?"
Vikram had nodded just before leaving—silent, but certain.
Krishna exhaled, frustrated but understanding. He placed a hand gently on Vikram’s shoulder just before he left.
"Fine.
Do what you need to do.
I'll look after him."
Vikram’s face had softened—his gratitude wordless, but visible.
"Thanks, Krishna."
And with that—
He had turned away.
Aryavini didn’t speak; she simply raised her hand, and a golden rift unfolded behind her like a tear in the very air.
Vikram took one final look at the only friends he’d ever truly known—
Then stepped through the gate.
And in the blink of an eye—he was gone.
Life Moves Forward—But Not For All
As the divine light faded, the reality of daily life returned.
Students resumed their movements, unaware that they had just stood on the edge of something ancient and dangerous.
The remaining examinations wrapped up quickly, and soon, every new student stood in formation as sleek white drones descended from the sky.
"All students, please collect your Triveni Gurukul Student ID."
Each student was issued a thin, sleek card embedded with glowing circuit lines.
Krishna’s card shimmered under the sunlight as he held it up, curious.
"Bro, this is just a plain white card… there are some circuit lines on it, but there’s nothing written here."
The card hummed softly—and suddenly, a holographic display burst to life above it:
Name: Krishna Sharma
Age: 16
Year: First Year (Unranked)
Power: Psychic
Krishna grinned, thoroughly impressed.
"Bro, this is awesome!"
But when he turned to share the moment—
Pawan wasn’t even looking.
He stood apart, his card clenched tightly in his fist, his expression unreadable.
Even now, he was still angry. Still hurting.
Vikram had left. And Pawan hadn’t been ready to let him go.
---
Welcome to Triveni Gurukul
Before Krishna could say another word, a team of androids in sleek, chrome exosuits approached. Their movements were smooth, their synthetic voices crisp and precise.
"All students, please proceed to your temporary housing assignments."
They began guiding the crowd toward a line of futuristic hover-buses that floated effortlessly a few inches above the ground.
Once everyone was aboard, one of the androids addressed them through the internal comm system of the transport:
"Your student identification card not only stores your personal information, but it is also linked to every system within the Gurukul. It will track your class schedules, extracurricular activities, finances, and even your health reports."
Krishna raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"So basically… this ID card works like a personal AI assistant?"
One of the androids gave a curt nod.
"Correct. It will automatically sync with your holo-device."
All around them, students were already linking their cards to the glowing wrist-mounted holo-screens. Campus maps, personalized profiles, and messaging networks came to life instantly.
Krishna nudged Pawan with a grin.
"Come on, say something already. Isn’t this the coolest thing ever?"
But Pawan didn’t answer.
His gaze was locked on the passing landscape—eyes fixed, jaw clenched.
The sunlit walls of Triveni Gurukul blurred past the bus window. Towering structures of stone and glass lined the campus, fused with flowing energy grids and floating botanical gardens.
A place where magic, technology, and divinity coexisted.
And yet, for Pawan—
None of it mattered.
---
Understanding the System
As the androids continued their orientation, a new announcement drew everyone's attention.
"Each student will be provided with a fixed monthly allowance. This amount is meant strictly for essentials."
A wave of groans rippled through the hover-bus.
"So we have to buy everything ourselves?"
Another student raised a hand. “What if we need extra?”
Without missing a beat, the android replied:
"Triveni Gurukul offers a wide range of competitions, missions, and research programs through which you can earn additional funds."
Krishna smirked, leaning toward Pawan.
"Bro, looks like this place isn’t just about studying… we’ll need to work part-time too."
Still, Pawan said nothing.
Krishna’s grin faltered just slightly.
---
A Room Divided
After a brief ride, the buses arrived at the student residential district—an elegant stretch of domed dormitories nestled between sprawling training fields and lush recreational plazas.
Each dorm looked like a perfect fusion of futuristic design and peaceful retreat, surrounded by floating lanterns and glowing bioluminescent flora.
Students were sorted into random groups of six per dorm.
By chance—or fate—Krishna and Pawan were placed in the same one, alongside four unfamiliar faces.
As they approached, the dorm's entrance pulsed softly, syncing with their ID cards before sliding open with a warm tone.
Inside, the space was cozy yet high-tech, beds lined against curved walls, personal AI hubs ready to greet their new users.
Krishna stepped in behind Pawan, watching him carefully.
Still silent.
Finally, Krishna couldn’t take it anymore.
“Bro… will you say something at least?”
Pawan didn’t even look at him.
He dropped his bag on his bed, shoulders tense, and muttered without turning around:
“Krishna… just leave me alone.”
“I don’t want to talk.”
The words landed heavier than Krishna expected.
He blinked, stunned.
“Wait… what?”
“Pawan?”
But the boy who once laughed with him at every stupid joke… who stood shoulder to shoulder with him through chaos and danger—
Now felt like a stranger.
Krishna stood there, motionless, watching as Pawan climbed into his bunk, turned his back, and pulled the curtain shut.
Not another word.
And for the first time since stepping foot into Triveni Gurukul—
Krishna felt cold.
Something had changed.
And he didn’t know how to fix it.
Inside the Dormitory
Once inside, the students were guided to their assigned rooms.
Each dorm was a sleek blend of comfort and functionality:
– Six neatly arranged beds.
– A shared lounge with a central holo-table for group discussions.
– Advanced climate controls adjusting to personal preference.
– A smart console linked directly to the Triveni Gurukul mainframe.
As they stepped in, the android escort turned back for a final instruction.
"This is your temporary residence. Please adhere to all rules and regulations."
"Welcome to Triveni Gurukul."
With that, the androids left.
Krishna immediately flopped onto one of the beds, sinking into the plush mattress with dramatic flair.
"Bro, this bed feels like royalty. We’re living the king’s life here!"
The others chuckled, some already beginning to introduce themselves.
But Pawan?
He simply walked to his bed.
Sat down.
And said nothing.
His eyes lingered on his ID card, but his mind was far elsewhere.
---
A Mind in Turmoil
Vikram was gone.
And for the first time in years—
It was just Pawan and Krishna again.
But it didn’t feel the same.
Not without him.
Pawan clenched his fists, jaw tight.
Vikram had chosen to leave.
And no matter how many times he told himself it didn’t matter—
It did.
It hurt.
---
A Room Full of Strangers… Soon to Be Friends
As the roommates settled into their space, the first brave voice spoke up.
A sharp-eyed boy with a composed air and confident posture stepped forward.
"My name’s Aditya—but you can call me Aadi."
There was a quiet command in his voice. Someone used to leading.
Then came a timid voice, soft and hesitant.
"M-my name is Anand... It’s really nice to meet you all..."
He trailed off mid-sentence, his nerves showing.
Sensing the awkward pause, the next boy spoke with relaxed ease.
"Name’s Aashish."
He had a calm, collected vibe, friendly but observant.
Then—one introduction stole the spotlight.
A boy with a sleek robotic arm stepped forward, completely unfazed by the stares.
"My name is Arnab."
Everyone’s eyes drifted to the smooth, polished metal of his limb.
Before anyone could say a word, Arnab raised his cybernetic hand and flicked two fingers.
A soft blue glow shimmered, and a hologram of a girl appeared above his palm.
"And this is my partner, Minnie."
The holographic girl blinked, smiled faintly, and waved.
"Pleased to meet you."
Before anyone could respond, Krishna leaned forward with a mischievous grin.
"Bro, your girlfriend is kinda cute!"
Minnie stared at him flatly for a moment, then responded in a monotone.
"...Thank... you... I think?"
The room fell silent.
Everyone turned to Krishna.
Seriously, bro?
He cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Uhh... I’m Krishna. Friends call me ‘Krishnaa’... long story."
Minnie tilted her head curiously.
"Krishna... Krishnaa?"
"Yeah, just a nickname. Don’t ask."
He gestured toward the boy lying on the bed, turned away from the group.
"And that’s my best friend, Pawan! He’s just... not in the mood right now. Ignore him."
Minnie glanced toward Pawan.
"Is something wrong?"
Krishna shrugged.
"Nothing major. He’s just dealing with Vikram leaving."
"Vikram?"
"Our friend. And my cousin."
Then Krishna turned toward Pawan, smirking.
"You need a tissue, bro? Or maybe a hug?"
Pawan moved.
With one smooth motion, he summoned a gleaming Desert Eagle into his hand.
Krishna instantly flinched.
"Sorry, sorry! I take it back!"
Pawan sat up, holstering the gun, and finally spoke.
"Name’s Pawan."
He stepped closer to Krishna.
"Now, what were you saying?"
Krishna raised both hands like a hostage.
"N-nothing! I was just saying... uh… beautiful weather today, right?"
Laughter erupted through the room.
And just like that—
The ice was broken.
And Pawan’s mood? A little lighter.
As everyone settled in, conversation naturally turned toward life at Triveni Gurukul.
That’s when Arnab spoke up, his voice steady.
"My elder brother is a senior here. He told me a lot about this place."
"Like how we have to live in dorms for the first year... but from the second year, we get the chance to move into personal apartments."
"In fact, Gurukul forces us out of the dorms after the first year to make space for the next batch of freshers."
Krishna let out a low whistle.
"So basically, we have to earn our place fast!"
Arnab nodded firmly.
"Gurukul prepares us for real life."
"Rich students? They enjoy their powers, flaunt their tech, and the Gurukul makes money off their luxuries."
"But for students like us—the ones without wealth—we have to work for everything. Earn it. Prove we belong."
"Gurukul gives us a choice—survive at the bottom… or fight our way to the top."
Then, he raised his cybernetic arm and clenched it, determination shining in his eyes.
"I want to become strong—just like my brother. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get there."
The room fell into a shared silence of understanding.
They weren’t just here to study.
They were here to become something more. Something greater.
Suddenly, all their holo-devices buzzed in unison.
A glowing notification blinked into existence, sent directly through their Student ID system:
"It’s time to choose your classes." "Please review and submit your desired subjects." "Your academic path for the entire year will be based on these selections."
"You have until tomorrow evening to decide."
Everyone glanced at each other.
"So… we get to choose our own classes?"
"But once we choose… they’re locked for the year?"
The weight of the moment settled in.
They weren’t just picking subjects.
They were choosing their first real path.
Their first real step into the legacy of Triveni Gurukul.
---
A Decision That Shapes Their Future
As the shimmering holographic notification hovered before them, each student felt it—this wasn’t just a schedule.
It was destiny in disguise.
The courses they chose would shape their skills, their journeys… maybe even their place in history.
A hush fell over the dorm as everyone scrolled through the extensive subject list, eyes focused, thoughts racing.
And then—
"Alright, let’s do this!"
Krishna grinned, cracking his knuckles as he dived into the selection with the excitement of someone choosing weapons before a battle.
---
Krishna’s Selection – The Mischievous Warrior
Martial Arts – ("Because every troublemaker needs to throw a solid punch.")
Close Combat – ("If they get too close, I might as well take them down myself!")
Divine Arts – ("Gods, Devas, and higher beings... If I want to break the system, I need to understand it first!")
Astrology & Cosmic Awareness – ("I have to figure out how fate works—maybe even mess with it.")
Vedic Purana & Sanskrit (Language of the Gods) – ("If a divine being starts talking, I want to know if I’m being cursed or blessed!")
Magic Studies – ("Even if I can’t use magic… there might be a loophole!")
---
As Krishna finalized his list with a triumphant smirk, Pawan raised an eyebrow, arms crossed.
"Krishna… you know you can’t actually use magic, right? Why take Magic Studies?"
Krishna winked.
"How can you say that without trying first?"
Pawan sighed, shaking his head.
"There’s no predicting you."
Meanwhile, Aditya had already begun selecting his courses—quietly, efficiently, his eyes sharp and calculating.
---
Aditya’s Selection – The Strategist & Visionary
Meditation – ("A calm mind is sharper than any sword.")
Martial Arts – ("Mind and body must grow together.")
Spear Arts – ("A weapon of control, range, and discipline—the perfect battlefield companion.")
Economics & Business Strategy – ("Power isn’t just strength. It’s wealth, networks, and smart decisions.")
Social Skills & Diplomacy – ("It’s better to influence people than fight them.")
---
Krishna peeked over Aditya’s shoulder, grinning.
"Aditya, when you become a successful businessman, lend me some money, alright?"
Aditya didn’t miss a beat.
"I’ll have to charge you interest."
Krishna gasped in mock horror.
"Bro! Don’t be so cruel!"
Aditya chuckled.
"Alright, alright… No interest."
Krishna grinned wide.
"That’s more like it. I’m counting on you!"
On the other side of the room, Anand stared nervously at his holo-display. His fingers hovered, unsure of what to pick.
Noticing his hesitation, Aditya gently nudged him.
"There’s no right or wrong choice, Anand. Just pick what feels right to you."
Encouraged, Anand took a deep breath, nodded, and slowly made his choices.
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Anand’s Selection – The Nature Whisperer
Martial Arts – ("Enough to protect myself, at least.")
Magical Plants & Herbal Farming – ("Nature has its own kind of magic. I want to understand it.")
Magical Beasts – ("They’re part of our world… maybe I can learn to live in harmony with them.")
Magic Healing – ("So that no one else has to suffer… not like I did.")
As Anand finalized his choices, Krishna leaned back with a grin.
"Thank God! Now I don’t have to worry about getting injured anymore!"
Anand offered a shy smile but said nothing.
Next up was Ashish.
He didn’t hesitate—his selections were confident, precise, and intentional.
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Ashish’s Selection – The Unshakable Warrior
Hand-to-Hand Combat – ("A true fighter needs no weapon.")
Weapon Mastery – ("If it can be held, I can wield it.")
War Strategies & Battle Formations – ("Victory is decided long before the first strike.")
Endurance & Physical Enhancement – ("Pain is just a stepping stone to strength.")
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Aranab was next.
With practiced ease, his cybernetic fingers danced across the holo-screen, selecting each subject with calculated intent.
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Aranab’s Selection – The Cybernetic Engineer
Technology & Engineering – ("Machines don’t betray you—people do.")
Combat Robotics – ("A true fighter builds his own weapons.")
Medical Technology & Cybernetic Enhancement – ("Flesh is weak. I won’t be.")
Hacking & Cyber Warfare – ("Information is the deadliest weapon.")
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Finally, it was Pawan’s turn.
He scrolled thoughtfully, choosing courses that were practical and grounded—reflecting a boy who never wanted power, but now had no choice.
But before he could finalize—
Krishna leaned over and sneakily tapped "Magic Studies" into his list.
Pawan froze, then slowly turned his head toward Krishna, eyes blazing.
“Krishna… do you have a death wish?”
Krishna grinned shamelessly.
“Bro, I’m just helping you discover your true potential!”
Pawan let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples in exasperation… but didn’t remove the subject.
With a resigned groan, he finalized his list.
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Pawan’s Selection – The Reluctant Genius
Farming & Agriculture – ("A simple life… that’s all I ever wanted.")
Martial Arts – ("Because I don’t have the luxury of staying out of fights.")
Close Combat – ("End things quickly.")
Technology Engineering – ("If you know how something works, you can fix it… or destroy it.")
Medical Knowledge – ("Because people like Krishna are always getting hurt.")
Magic Studies – ("…Thanks to Krishna.")
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A New Beginning
The moment each student confirmed their list, the holographic display pulsed once.
“Your course selection has been confirmed. Prepare for your first year at Triveni Gurukul.”
A hush swept through the room—excitement, nerves, and the weight of what was to come settling in their chests.
“This is it,” Aditya murmured, arms folded, eyes steady. “Our real journey starts now.”
But, as always, Krishna had his own way of handling the tension.
“Okkk, boys! Classes start tomorrow!”
He clapped his hands together, beaming.
“So tonight—we celebrate!”
Pawan shot him a look.
“Celebrate? We’re broke, Krishna.”
Krishna wiggled his eyebrows.
“Bro, we’re at Triveni Gurukul! Who needs money when we have a whole academy to explore?”
Aditya narrowed his gaze, arms still crossed.
“What exactly do you mean?”
Krishna’s grin turned devilish.
“I mean... Night Exploration!” “This academy’s hiding secrets—and we’re gonna find them.”
The room stirred with anticipation.
Because deep down...
They all felt it.
Tonight wasn’t going to be ordinary.
Tonight would be the beginning of something unforgettable.
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To Be Continued...
> Next Chapter: The Midnight Exploration - Discovering the Secrets of Triveni Gurukul!
New character.
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1. Aditya (?????? / ‘???’)
Role: Strategist & Seer
Appearance:
Sharp-featured, with deep, perceptive eyes.
Always well-groomed, radiating wisdom and quiet authority.
Wears a blend of traditional dhoti-kurta designs merged with futuristic armor panels and tech-enhanced fabrics.
Personality:
Strategic and intelligent, calm under pressure.
Natural leader—people instinctively trust his judgment.
Speaks with measured grace, but when he speaks, others listen.
Power – Divine Sight (Divya Drishti):
Can perceive the true nature of beings, seeing past illusions, lies, and falsehoods.
Occasionally glimpses multiple possible futures, though the visions are cryptic.
His insight is his greatest weapon—he sees what others miss.
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2. Anand (????)
Role: Empath & Nature Whisperer
Appearance:
Shy and quiet in posture, with soft, gentle eyes.
Dresses simply, often blending with his environment—earth-toned robes with vine-like motifs.
Personality:
Deeply empathetic and kind-hearted.
Lacks confidence but has a pure soul that comforts others.
The moral compass of the group, always advocating peace.
Power – Life’s Whisper:
Can communicate with animals and plants, sensing their thoughts, emotions, and intentions.
Nature responds to him—vines grow at his touch, birds gather when he is near.
Serves as a bridge between humanity and the natural world.
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3. Ashish (????)
Role: Combatant & Protector
Appearance:
Well-built and confident, with a calm yet intimidating aura.
Wears practical battle gear infused with cultural patterns and reinforced materials.
Personality:
Quiet, prefers action over words.
Observant, rarely caught off-guard.
Loyal, grounded, and always ready to step in when danger strikes.
Power – Warrior’s Will:
Grants him enhanced physical capabilities—strength, speed, reflexes, and endurance.
In battle, he moves like a force of nature with unbreakable focus.
The more he’s needed, the stronger his will becomes.
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4. Aranab (????)
Role: Tech Specialist & Innovator
Appearance:
Lean but strong, with an intense gaze.
His cybernetic arm glows faintly with integrated technology.
Wears utility gear—modular and constantly upgraded.
Personality:
Innovative, resourceful, and stubborn in the best way.
A problem-solver, always tinkering or building.
Quiet pride in his work, but will never back down from a challenge.
Power – Cybernetic Fusion:
Can interface directly with technology, control machines, and enhance his own body.
His cybernetic arm adapts in real-time, becoming tools or weapons when needed.
Can temporarily upgrade teammates’ gear in battle.
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5. Minnie (????)
Role: Holographic AI Companion
Appearance:
Appears as a holographic teenage girl, glowing softly.
Wears a sleek, minimalist dress of blue and white energy strands.
Personality:
Playful, witty, and learning emotions slowly.
Extremely loyal to Aranab—protective and caring in her own unique way.
Occasionally sarcastic, but always helpful.
Power – Digital Spirit:
Can hack into systems, decode ancient technology, and manipulate digital spaces.
Projects a temporary hard-light body to interact with the physical world.
Serves as Aranab’s tactical assistant and can coordinate digital attacks in combat.
